Chuck screamed. It was the worst sound I'd ever heard; a kid's scream. That's what leaped us all into action. I spun and plunged my spear into the closets Griever and then quickly pulled it out and dashed to the side as the monster barreled forward. I could hear screams from the other Gladers but all I could do was spin and slash and whirl. After plunging my broken spear into a Griever, I spun around. Newt was holding Chuck in one hand and a spear in the other. Five other Gladers stood with him, fending off a large Griever. I raced towards them, jumped and landed on the only spot where I wouldn't be poked or stabbed to death-it's back.
Newt tossed me his machete and I plunged it down over and over until the Griever slumped forward and died. I rolled off of it and whipped an arrow into my bow. Dead Gladers were strewn over the Glade and I almost retched when I saw Lyndon's broken bloody body lying on the grass, his eyes open and his mouth wide.
I dashed over to two boys, Frypan and Clint, who were being chased by a Griever and shot an arrow into it's hide. It didn't do much but it let me catch up to it so I could jump on it's back. The battle was over in seconds. Half of the Gladers were dead, and the whole Glade was up in flames.
"Chuck! Newt! Thomas!" I shouted as I jogged through the debris, covering my nose as I ran. "Teresa! Chuck! Clint!" I finally stumbled upon Gally and a few other Gladers who were storming through the wreckage. He was headed towards Thomas, who stood with Teresa, Chuck, and Newt. From Gally's expression, I could tell that Thomas wasn't going to get a hug from him.
"Gally, stop!" I yelled, jogging up to him and putting a hand on his arm. He shoved me to the side like I was a fly and kept storming through. In one fluid motion, he punched Thomas in the face and sent him sprawling through the grass. Teresa knelt at his side and helped him back up.
"What the hell? You need to calm down!" I stepped in front of the Builder, who was absolutely furious.
"Calm down! Our Glade, our home, is in ruins, and this is all because of him!" Gally stabbed his finger in Thomas's chest. "This is all your fault!"
"Where's Alby?" I stepped in, pushing Gally to the side.
"He's dead," Thomas said in a emotionless voice.
"Oh my god," I whispered. I stumbled back until I felt Newt's hands on my shoulders. Gally stepped forward again but I lunged and tackled him to the ground.
"No more fighting!" I screamed. He growled and struggled but, I had him pinned down to the ground, or so I thought. He slipped a knife from my arm and slashed my arm.
More in surprise than pain, I scrambled away, a hand clasped to my bleeding arm. Clint dashed to my side and ordered Jeff for some bandages and cloth. Newt looked at me with concerned eyes but didn't move from Thomas's side. I didn't know what happened. One minute the boys were holding Gally back, again, and Clint was bandaging my arm, and then Thomas was on the ground with a Griever stinger in his hands.
"Thomas!" I heard someone scream. I rushed forward and slipped Thomas's head onto my lap and grabbed some cloth from Clint.
"We need the Grief Serum! Now!" I yelled and turned back to Thomas while a Glader sprinted back to the Med-hut. "Come on, stay with me, Thomas." Teresa slipped her hand into Thomas's, a mixed expression of worry and horror on her face, and closed her eyes. She had only been in the Glade for a short amount of time but, Teresa had already gone through a lifetime's amount of fear. We all had.
"Hang on, Thomas," Teresa whispered.
My new story will be posted soon! The title will be I Did It For You. Look for it and please review! Thanks guys and sorry I have been MIA.